Poems by Anonymous
If I Ever Marry, I'll Marry A Maid
... ut a widow full-blowen full often deceives,And the next wind that bloweth shakes down all her leaves ...
If Man him Bethocte
... If man him bethocteInderlike and ofteHu arde is te foreFro bedde te flore,Hu reuful is te flitteFro flore te pitte,Fro pitte te pineThat neure sal fine,I wene non sinneSulde his herte winnen. ...
In the Garden of Eden lay Adam
... In the Garden of Eden lay AdamComplacently stroking his madam, And loud was his mirth For he knew that on earthThere were only two balls -- and he had 'em. ...
In Women is Rest, Peas, and Pacience
... In women is rest, peas, and pacience -- No season -- for soth, outht of charite --Bothe be nyght and day -- thei haue confidence -- All wey of treasone -- Owt of blame thei be -- No tyme as men say -- Mutabilite -- They haue without nay -- but stedfastnes -- In theym may ye neuer fynde, y gesse -- Cruelte Suche condicons they haue more and lesse -- ...
A Jest of Robin Hood
... sayde the sherif, "Robyn, nowe pray I the,Smyte of mijn hede rather to-morowe, And I forgyve it the ...
Knees up, Mother Brown
... Version II2.2Knees up, Mother Brown,2 ...
A lady while dining at Crewe
... Said the waiter, "Don't shout, Or wave it about,Or the others will all want one too ...
The Laily Worm and the Mackerel of the Sea
... machrell, An she stood by the sea:"Ye shaped me ance an unshemly shape, And ye's never mare shape me ...
Lawyers
... They free with cunning art the innocentFrom danger, loss and causeless punishment ...
The Leather Bottel
... ners have such things: And I wish in Heaven his soul may dwell That first devis'd the leather bottel ...
Lenten is Come with Loue to Toune
... Lenten is come with loue to toune,With blosmen and with briddes roune That al this blisse bryngeth ...
Limericks
... his brother, Said: "Yes, it's too bad, But I can't feel too sad--After all, I still have each other ...
A Little Lamb
... Mary had a little lamb,She ate it with mint sauce,And everywhere that Mary wentThe lamb went too, of course. ...
Lord Randall
... mother, mak my bed soon,For I 'm sick at the heart, and I fain was lie down ...
Lully, Lulley
... And by that bede side there stondeth a stone,Corpus Christi wreten there on ...
